Methinks Sisyphus, he of the eternal struggle involving boulder and hill, wouldn't trade his weary days for mine.
I continue to punch the clock, but the hours and their associated monies don't make the bills like they used to. It's that time of year when the kiddos take turns with fevers and flu and my beautiful wife and I take turns cutting our workdays short to stay home with the cute but runny-nosed crumb-snatchers. The good news is that we save a bit on daycare costs. The bad news is that bosses like employees who are always on time and dependable. So far, our bosses are cool, but my worried head is never too sure.
Those of you with grown children are welcome to remind me that it gets much, much easier with time. (Feel free to lie if you must.)
In other news, I had the pleasure of meeting a local hero of mine last night. With even as little as a handshake and a hello, she made a dull work night very nice for me.
Also, a friend who helped get me started on my path to a very cool job last year stopped in last night. In the end, I didn't get that job, but I still remember the whole experience as awesome and positive. I've got nothing but LUV for the good people at Southwest Airlines and I recommend them to anyone who is looking for a fun and rewarding career. I just may try it again sometime myself. (Note to self: Memorize, memorize, memorize those PAs.)
Anyway, call it venting, whining, or just killing time on a blog. Here's hoping I can figure out how to make a bit more money for my family this year. Everything else is good. Maybe Sisyphus would be lucky to be me after all.